Ziharku Mecru
A man of the sword, a man of magics.
Born in San d'Oria, he faced difficult times during the Crystal War. His Mother, a Black Mage and member of the royal bloodline. His Father a Paladin of the fallen noble Gawain family. Ziharku, too was brought up with the future of a soldier in mind, one with both sword skill and control over magic. At a young age, however, he lost his parents to an assault on the city, and was taken in by a paragon among Red Mages, Rainemard, who would go on to be both Ziharku's teacher as well as a father figure.
Always in search of a means for power, a way to make sure he would never lose someone dear to him again, Ziharku went on to Aht Urhgan, taking on the role of a Blue Mage among the Immortals. However, it was a power far outside of what he'd originally conceived. Hellish nightmares plagued his nights. Voices whispered, taunted, urged him to kill, as he went on to acquire more and more power at the cost of his right to be the only consciousness inside his own body. For with every slain enemy, for every power gained in victory, he came to house the souls of the fallen inside of himself...each wanting to take control.
Magics aside, Ziharku holds a numerable amount of skill wielding the sword veritably a master of blades when he reaches his pinnacle. Having trained with Rapiers, Long Swords, and Scimitars in his time, he can adapt to taking on nearly any kind of armed foe.
In his quest to attain power to protect those close to him, he does in fact, lose touch with the ones he holds dear, stumbling through his days alone, tormented by the voices in his own head. Only after encountering Snowkitty does he regain some semblance of himself, joining the Lodestar guild and taking on work as he struggles to regain his humanity.
After awakening in Eorzea, he must start anew in both his training, and his company. Follow along as he reunites with friends of old, makes friends anew, and draws in the power he held once before.
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You too, can come to know Ziharku's story. Watch as he comes to find new power, smile as he finds new hopes. This is the tale of Ziharku, the tale of his time in Vana Diel, as well as the times he shares with the guild Lodestar. May you ever walk in the light of the crystal, for in the crystal's light we find destiny.